The morning was warm, and so it was clear that once it reached mid day the sun would be brutally beating down upon Ikebukro, scorching the many people that wandered the city daily. Not a breeze brushed the litter across the ground and the small areas of vegetation were looking a little yellow.
A pair of glowing scarlet eyes peered over the edge of a large skyscraper, shielded beneath a dark hood that hid a male face and his gruesome and blood stained identity. Jack had swung his legs over the ledge, allowing them to dangle dangerously but he sure looked pretty at ease despite his situation. Of course if he fell, his feet would support his weight and allow him to land crouched and cat like leaving him ever perfect and undamaged.
"It's funny..."
The being nimbly twirled his double sided blade in his finger tips by the handle; a devilish and Cheshire cat smile slowly growing across his lips under his hood. "It's funny how these humans have such a good easy life..." Ripper hissed in less than a whisper with a bubbling feeling rising in his veins, causing his palms which now tightly gripped his weapon to shake violently. "And yet they choose to be so stupid and disobedient, the fuckers ruin their own lives and they deserve to be punished for their wrong doings. I swear there's not a single one of them with out a filthy little secret behind their eyes!"
The blades went hurtling into the air and span quite a distance, a quiet whistling whir of movement trying to hush Jacks anger. As the weapon began to return to him boomerang style the raven haired youth let out a disheartened sigh before grabbing the blades and bringing it to a stop. "Fools. Every last one of them. Untamed." He sharply nodded his head backwards, wincing at the harsh sunlight that forced his pupils to dilate as his hood dropped and stopped shielding his face.
Rena was always at the flat in the morning, after all normally she stumbled upon some company there which was more than what could be said at home. Despite living most of her childhood alone, Renny had bloomed into a social butterfly and as time had passed she began to dislike solitude with a passion. Her gang had become her closest thing to family, and so the flat that was their so called "Base" was a place that she felt safest and most welcomed at.
The crimson haired woman lay belly down upon a sofa, a pair of denim shorts flattering her backside and a casual baggy red shirt made her appear a little younger than she in fact was. Her hawk claw necklace bit between her teeth and dangled from her lips. Rena had a habit on chewing on it though it was her most prized possession, due to the fact it symbolized everything she had ever been proud of. The quiet buzz of the radio had lulled her into a state of mind where she ignored everything and just drifted off to where ever she pleased. A pencil was held loosely in her hand and she was slowly sketching upon a small A5 drawing pad.
(Not my own drawing.)
Her drawing was of a hawk, surprise surprise! Though the image was clearly unfinished and messy what with her finger marks around the pages edge, it was never the less beautiful. It looked as though the bird was just about to scoop up some unsuspecting prey from out of the tall grass, its talons sharp and deadly. Its wings were spread displaying the elegance of its movements and the complexity of the way feathers lay in layers. Rena had captured the creature in all its glory.